Liang Yueying never let go, and later, she couldn't talk, so she went back to her private house first.

There was no companion, leaving Zhang Xicheng in the troupe, explaining to the apprentices.

"Now that the war is raging, the troupe doesn't have to put away the knife, just open as usual."

The apprentices looked at each other, and they were all a little timid:

"Master, there is ......

Chapter 327 of "The Fragrance of Clothes Stained with Rain and Dew" In the era of war, Peking Opera prospered; In times of peace, the opera is withering and is being played, please wait a moment,

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